Dan Brown

Rookie - 62 Points (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

The Third Of December - Poem by Dan Brown

An air of hysteria.
I hear a crash.
I curl up in bed,
ever the frightened
as I go downstairs the
A phone call, and lights flash in the
Illuminating the goldfish bowl.
He’s gone.
I take
Holding her off.
Talking calmly.
It’s over now.
It’s over now.

Comments about The Third Of December by Dan Brown

  • (2/24/2006 11:09:00 PM)

    ., ..... im speechless
    confused, lost
    and dazed
    and yet
    slightly, wierdly
    im... Amazed
    Great Poem Dan

    Love, Melissa
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2006

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